Early afternoon listening to Donovan and alternating between reaction of irritation with the self-indulgent poetic, pixie whimsy and falling slightly under the hippie spell depending on the track that's playing. Here's something that falls in the latter category. It's got a dissonant, jazzy charm, doesn't outstay its welcome and Mickie Most's production is spot on. The mention of a chocolate eclair in the lyric is also in its favour.
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